The Russellville Democrat., 1887-08-03
A sHoRT-HoRN PIG.
Mrs. Bowser's Experience With n New Style Porker Discovered by Her Husband.

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 Because we have no pen, no place for one, and don't want the nuisance. "
 ''We have plenty of room for a pen. can make one ill half day, and we might as well raise our own pork as to buy it. The kitchen-stuif you glve away would fatten three pigs" 1 talked and argued, but it was no use. Drought up our poor success with hens. but he choked me off with:
 Mrs. Bowser, perhaps you may not know the difference between lean. old, heartbroken hen and q choice pig, but do, and we shall keep pig" ''Well, don't ask me to bother V ith it."
 "No one intended to! On the con- trary hope you will keep as far away from him as possible. You can also buy your own pork chops next winter" During the next three days MT. Bow ser was pig-hunting and pen-building, and at length a terrible squealing in the alley informed me that his pur- chase had been made. I went out after bit and found thin, cadaver- ous, wild-eyed beast weighing about fifty pounds in the pen. He uttered a "woofr' and made T spring at me as l looked over and Mir. Bowscr came from the barn and roared out: ..What are you doing there9 Doyou want to scare that pig to-death?'
 Fl was simply looking at him. " Well, you simply keep away for awhile! That pig is strange. He's got to have time to look around. Any one knowing bran from broomsticks wouldn't go rushing up to pig-pen like that!'
 "What breed is he?' ssShort-horn, of course You don t think I'd fool away my time on com mon pig, do you?' .Why, 1 never heard of short-horn pig before"
 '.Oh, you didn't! There are great many things you never heard of, Mrs. Bowser, and never will!'
 ..He is very thin.
  fat he couldn't hold half of our kitchen stuff
 'Just hear him take onr'
 ''Go away with you! It's your voice that excitcs him! Mrs. Bowser. if that pig bursts q blood vessel you will be to blame for it, and it will cost you eight dollars in cashl'
 went into the house and the pig seemed more quiet. Mr. Bowser fed him corn, potatoes, apples, swill, cold biscuit, a rib of cold beef, peanuts. grass, half an orange and banana, When he came in he rubbed his hands and chuckled:
 .sSeems almost like being on a farm again! l ought never to have been any thing but farmer We had scarcely finished supper when the pig began to squeal. MT. Bowser went out and walked seven times around the pen, without being able to find any thing wrong. The pig had q good bed and an abundance of food, but he stood in the middle of the pen and kept up doleful squealing; and it was not until Mir. Bowser knocked him down with fence picket that we got an interval of rest. He squealed from eight to nine without break, and, when MT. Bowser came home at tho latter hour, he punched him with hoe handle and secured another respite. We had just got to bed when the dole ful music began again.
 Hes the uneasiest pig ever saw, ;" 1 ventured to observe, ''and l wonder you didn't get some other breed"
 Mrs Bowser, did you ever own pig, shoat or hog in all your life?''
 "No.n
 '.Then don't give me any more talk When want your advice l will ask for it '"
 "But is he to squeal all nightp"
 .If he wants to.
 think he did. He got little hoarse about two o'clock in the morning, but he managed to make himself heard all the same. Mir. Bowser went out and fed him cut-loaf sugar and some Sara toga potatoes, and for an hour or two he stood in a corner of the pen and seemed buried in reflection. Then he suddenly appeared in the back yard and rooted up six dollars worth of new sodding and two beds of flowers, and the cook and I had no sooner got him into the pen than he began squealing again. During the afternoon Mir. Bowser remained home and worked the fence-picket racket so vigorously that by night the pig had got it into his head that tho less he was heard from the better,
 The next day the animal got out twice, and it didn't take but twelve of the neighbors to get him back. After the first night, and from that to the night of his death, he rested one hour and squcaled the next as regularly as clock-work The day he didn't get out of the pen was dull day in our house. The night we didn'twish him dead and threaten to murder him in the morning was a rare exception, Un several ooea- sions said to Mir. Bowser;
 'I believe that man cheated you on the pig. l never saw an animal act us he does.
 Cheated mel Oh, yes, Eve lived in this world forty-iive years to be taken in by farmer who doesn't know whether Julius Caesar was blacksmith or an aldermanr'